Wednesday 20 April 2022

On Toxic positivity


 ''Toxic positivity'' is what my son answered when I asked him
to help me come up with a new topic to write about.
So, why not? 
Toxic positivity is a term coined by Theo Tucker.
As far as I can ascertain, Toxic positivity is overrating a happy, 
optimistic state of mind to the extent that authentic emotional
experiences are pushed aside, denied, invalidated or just
plain ignored.
''-I don't allow any negative feelings or thoughts to enter my
being'', I was once told by someone.(I forget who...)
-How do you do that exactly? was my kneejerk retort.
-I just block it all out by using one of my mantra's.
-Like what kind of mantra?
-Like, nothing can dim the light that shines from within.
-So, what if for example you were told that you only had three months
left to live....what would you do then?
-First, I wouldn't just accept the diagnoses, second, I know
that with a positive mindset I would overcome it, third, I
would only engage myself with positive people and
positive activities.
I have to admit that at first what my friend said sounded
pretty good but the more I thought about it, the more
precarious it seemed.
I mean, I love cheese, but I am pretty sure that even something
as innocuous as cheese can become an obsession, eventually
if overindulged even dangerous and potentially quite lethal.
The human experience; are not the mistakes, the trip-ups, the
bad times, the sorrows, the troubles, the losses, etc. etc.
just as much a part of the tapestry we call ''life'' as our
''positive'' experiences?
Is it even possible to truly experience joy without knowing
sorrow, certainty without knowing uncertainty, success without
knowing failure(oopsies), security without knowing insecurity,
love without having experienced being loved, and on it goes.
Is not one of the most mystifying and gloriously wonderful
aspects of human beings that in spite of all our
flaws we still manage at times to achieve incredible,
breathtaking, feats of compassion?
(As well as cruelty but lets focus on the positive :)
Unexpected things happens to all of us.
Things we have no control over.
Such as what other people do or say, such as a multitude
of different kinds of illnesses, such as accidents, etc. etc.
We may have control over how we deal with unexpected things,
 but we can not stop them from happening.
We can have a positive attitude to how we will deal
with difficult situations but a positive attitude can not
prevent them from taking place.
Hiding or denying what we are feeling often leads to
stress and anxiety which in turn takes a toll on our
emotional and physical well-being.
Brushing off uncomfortable emotions with one-liners
such as: ''just get on with it, it could be worse, or it is
what it is'' may feel like some kind of bravery,
but usually, it does little for helping us deal with
difficult thoughts and emotions.
Positivity can become toxic when ''negative'' emotions are 
viewed as inherently (permanent) ''bad'' and authentic
emotions are pushed aside.
(Perhaps one can say that toxic positivity is basically an
avoidance strategy used to push away and invalidate
''internal'' discomfort.)
I have always wondered who gets to decide which feelings
are deemed bad(negative) and which are good(positive...
I mean, does not that depend on what we do in response to
 our feelings?
(Feelings usually classified as negative are for example:
sadness, anger, loneliness, jealousy, etc.)

Some research shows that an overly rosy(positive) outlook can
foster complacency and a lack of compassion.
Other research suggest that allowing ourselves to experience
''negative'' emotions can help us to experience a sense of
meaning, personal growth and an enriched sense of ''self''.
Negative feelings, when accepted and understood can in my
view be understood as guides trying to draw our attention
to something we need to deal with.
Why am I angry, why am I sad, why am I jealous, why am
I frustrated etc. etc.
By asking ourselves why we are feeling the way we are,
we may be able to dissolve or at least understand those emotions 
rather than suppressing them.
Because what most research seem to agree on is that 
suppressing negative emotions and thoughts does not work in the
long run, they will surface in some form and at some
point or another.
A slow burning anger can not be suffocated with a 
blanket of positive affirmations, a raging anxiety can not
be calmed with a ''just fill your mind with positive thoughts'',
a searing sense of panic will not be mollified by ''don't be
so negative, just look at the bright side.''
What may help in my view and experience, is to ask
oneself: why am I feeling this way and what can I do right now
that may help in a life-affirming way?
Try to resist the temptation of tossing a bunch of positivity
platitudes on your very real feelings.
Although, having said that, I have to say that
I have found that when I feel very anxious
and worried, saying out loud to myself CALM, CALM,
CALM seems to help.

Like with most things, even really good things,
too much of a good thing can become a bad thing.

''Toxic positivity takes positive thinking to an overgeneralized
extreme. This attitude does not just stress the importance of
optimism, it minimizes and denies any trace of human
emotions that aren't strictly happy or positive.''
(verywellmind)

about the image: acrylic on canvas 
''Life is like a painting'', there's some light, there's some dark,
and then there's all that stuff in between.

Thursday 14 April 2022

On appreciating the ordinary...........


 Every now and then something unexpected happens and suddenly
.........an ordinary day turns into an extraordinary one.
Sometimes extraordinary of the good kind and sometimes....
of the bad kind.
Since I started this blog I have tried to write a new post every
Monday and most of the time(ordinarily)I have been able to
stick to that commitment.
However, last Monday an ordinary day turned into an
extraordinary day of the bad kind.
While trying to squeeze some water out of a mop into a
basin in my tiny laundry, some of the water ended up on the
floor. This made the floor exceedingly slippery and with arms and
legs flailing sent me crashing to the tiled floor smashing my
head into the basin and landing awkwardly on my left leg.
I decided to stay down for a minute and wait for my head
to stop spinning. But, I am an impatient fool, so I bum-shuffled 
myself into the kitchen only to realize that I didn't have a 
clue as to how I was going to be able to get on my feet.
So I kept bum-shuffling to the nearest chair and eventually
managed to get myself upright. Gingerly I tried to put
some weight on my left leg. Although it was hurting,
I decided that it was not hurting bad enough for me to stop
my weekly cleaning routine.
I proceeded with my daily chores as if nothing had happened.
But as the day went on, the knee on my left leg kept swelling,
 the pain kept increasing, and the smallest of movements
sent searing pain through my whole body so severe that
I could hardly breathe.
I needed to get to the hospital.
At 9pm I called for an ambulance. At 2:30 am one turned up.
Standing outside the front door, two very compassion fatigued paramedics
 told me to walk!!! to the ambulance. 
Flabbergasted and incredulously I screeched: ''I can't walk!!! That's why
I called for an ambulance!!! Can you PLEASE help me!!!''
Eventually they produced a stretcher and I was wheeled to the
ambulance.
On arrival at the hospital I was placed in a hard plastic chair with
wheels. No, not a wheelchair, that would have been awesome.
No, a very hard and uncomfortable upright chair with nowhere
to rest any part of your body except for your butt....
which in my case was very sore. 
They placed me in a corner in (the) Triage,
handed me a well-washed-well-worn cotton blanket and then
ignored me for almost four hours. 
Well, except for the times I was offered opiates.
Each time I said no thank you to the drugs there was
a look of consternation on the nurses faces.
Are you sure you don't want any?
-Yes, but I would really appreciate if I could be moved
into a more comfortable chair of some sort, please?
Sorry, there is none. We are very busy, you just have to wait.
Some patients have had to wait for over six hours.
Busy? The Triage was basically empty except for one person
(admin? nurse? I don't know.) checking out a website
called WhatsOn.
I decided to grab the next nurse that showed up and insist
on being given a time frame for how much longer I was 
going to have to wait.
-Nurse? Nurse?!! Please? I called out.
What seems to be the trabble? asked the nurse that
I managed to grab. (A petit nurse with curly auburn hair and 
a melodious Irish accent.)
-I'm sorry to be a pest but my leg is really killing me. 
Is there anywhere else that I can wait where I can put my
leg up somehow?
The pain's bathering yah? Do yah need some painkillers?
-Well, maybe a couple of Panadols could help, but
I have been in absolute agony for 12 hours now.
Are you sure there is no bed available, please?
We're reely bissy yah know, but I'll have a look for yah.
The nurse handed me two Panadol's and the vanished down 
the hospital warren.
I closed my eyes and tried to practice a bit of mindfulness.
Almost asleep, suddenly the Irish nurse appeared,
unlocked the wheels on the chair and started to
push me down the warren. (corridor)
This will make yah happy, she said and gently patted me on the 
shoulder.
It did. We stopped in front of a fresh, crisp sheet covered bed.
With the help of a male nurse I was lifted on to the bed and
finally I could let my sore leg rest.
Bliss. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
A few minutes passed.
Then another nurse came by and turned out the bright light
above my head, gave me a cup of water and left.
Finally, the throbbing in my leg subsided a little.
Another few minutes passed.
Then in the space of 15 minutes I had been x-rayed, seen by
a doctor, had a splint put on the leg, handed a pair of crutches
and was hobbling out the door of the hospital.
Waiting for a taxi I enjoyed the bright sunshine, a gentle
breeze across my face and the knowledge that I was just a
few minutes away from a freshly brewed coffee.
Safely at home, sipping my coffee, it dawned on me
how quickly an ordinary day had turned into an extraordinary
one.
Having my leg in a splint meant that I could not drive,
(my son doesn't drive unfortunately) 
I could not take my son to the doctor, I could not do
any shopping, I had to crawl up the stairs to get to my bed,
and going to the toilet was a major event.
(Who knew just how hard it is to go to the toilet with
a leg in a splint....I certainly didn't.)
For an ordinary day to be ordinary, there are so many things
I think one takes for granted to just work.
A split second is all it may take to turn an ordinary life
into a totally different and unfamiliar life.
Personally,
I've come to appreciate how grateful I need to be for
every ordinary, un-eventful day that comes my way.

''The ordinary is not so ordinary when it comes down to it.
Ordinary just means that we have forgotten to
appreciate all the little things that we now take for granted.
The same little things that perhaps for some us have never
been ordinary but always extraordinary.''
(Citizen Z)

about the image: a snapshot on my camera of some ordinary grass
growing at the front of my place